When A Sphere Flies

Flying, the sphere sails across the sky.

It looks like a bird, majestic always on the lookout for prey.

Falling now, it hits the ground caught up in the trap of man.

Men do battle for it.

They hit in clash all for this one bird.

The battle is settled only when the bird flies away.

Like all living creatures it wishes to be free.

Not the plaything of humans who would go to war.

The bird does not even know what war is.

All it knows is when it is free and when it is a slave.

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